Hermione squirmed uncomfortably under Harry's arm as he began the tale. "So," he said, "Ron and I missed the train, and Ginny was in the Prefects' carriage the entire time. By the way, did the food trolley already com by?" Hermione nodded, her eyes still on Ron, who was looking just as uncomfortable as she felt. Harry kissed her on the cheek, and he and Ginny left, Harry for the trolley, and Ginny for the Prefect's carriage. "Ron," Hermione began. "Please, don't. You were right. We were living in a fantasy where you weren't with Harry. We were living in a fantasy where you and me were us," Ron said, getting up and walking towards the door. But Hermione got up and stopped him. "I made a mistake that day, and every time I look at you, I want to do it again. But I need to know," Hermione spoke, her voice getting choked up with tears, "Do you or don't you have feelings for me?" Ron looked at her, remembering the day they first met on the train, drinking in her beauty. "Yes." They pulled together in a passionate kiss, both of them wishing that Harry would stay at the food trolley. Someone saw them, however, and they didn't know until the next week.
A few days later, Hermione giggled with all the other popular 6th year girls. She ignored the fact that Harry's arm was around her shoulders, and the fact that he was the reason she was popular. She looked at the clock on the wall of the Transfiguration classroom. A quarter to three. She and Ron, who was standing next to Harry, nodded to each other. "Oh no," Hermione cried, as Ron silently left the room unnoticed, "I've forgotten my books! I have to go back to the common room and get them!" Harry began to lead her towards the door, "I'll come with you." "No, no, I've got it. See you later," and with a quick kiss to Harry, she left, not for the common room, but for the lake-the beautiful, magical lake.
"Hey," Ron said, getting up. "Sorry I took so long. Harry didn't want me to leave without him!" Hermione said. They shared a long, romantic kiss and then sat down under the tree, Ron's arm around her shoulder. Unlike when Harry held her, Hermione snuggled closer, smiling with pleasure. "I knew it," came a cold voice from behind the tree. Hermione recognized the voice, jumped up, and tried to explain .......